So-we roamed the Cuautempan market and then ventured up the hill to visit our old house. We moved to Cuautempan and to this house when Naomi was 9 months old; I brought both Noah and Abigail home to this place as newborn babes.
John built the slatted gate in front of the door, a gate to keep Naomi from escaping into the corn fields and beyond..
The house is rundown, broken down, overgrown, locked up-but still a beautiful place set into the side of a mountain-and there are lots of memories to tell.
You know how that is. . .
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